Volume 1, Chapter 68: Embracing the Master Right Before the Mistress's Eyes

Louis smiled faintly, then took out a check from his breast pocket and placed it in front of Ling Feng.

After Duan Fei finished speaking, I looked at Tianya with disdain and said, "Needless to say? You were vulnerable at the Martial Arts Tournament and defeated by me in a few moves. You are simply resentful and want to capture me to vent your anger. Am I right?"

"Yes, absolutely! Even if it means losing money, I'll take this job. Don't worry, it will definitely be completed within two years!" Hao Tiancheng said decisively.

To be honest, this truly left Young Master Bai completely dazed. Did he fail to check the almanac before going out today, running straight into a "slap robbery"? How could just about anyone, man or ghost, dare to lay a hand on him?!

On the day Xiao Lang left, he led an army of hundreds of thousands, and the entire farewell procession stretched across the entire capital.

At the Xiao residence, seeing her son's car return, Xiao Rong stood up and walked out of the living room to greet him. Catching sight of Zuo Suhan stepping out of the vehicle, she beckoned to him.

"Too violent, truly too violent." Apollo muttered to himself. Although his strength was no less than Ares', when it came to close-quarters combat, he was still no match for Ares! After all, as the God of War, Ares possessed the strongest hand-to-hand combat prowess among the Twelve Olympian Gods.

Though the two spoke very little, their coordination was exceptionally tacit. They could understand each other's thoughts without a word, a feeling that brought a sense of deep peace.

Lu Kai felt a shiver run down his spine as he found himself examined by a cold, gloomy gaze. He remembered that when he brought the wine in earlier, there were only Tang Yicheng and an assistant in the private room, but it seemed that someone else had arrived now.

Logically speaking, with the two of them joining forces, the Demon Realm could have whatever it desired; why would they still need to find a scapegoat?

The dishes at the Sea View Restaurant were basically all seafood. Fatty Qiu was also very generous, his plump hand pointing to all the most expensive items on the menu.

This time happened to be the very first time in history. And precisely because it was this very first time, the most important thing in his entire life was snatched away right before his eyes.

"Shu'er," Xie Hao smiled gently, "You must have had a hard journey." With that, he walked over, took Ranshu's hand, and gently guided her to a seat.

"You are the commander, how can you directly enter the battlefield? If any unexpected situation arises, who will command the frontline advance?" Someone disagreed with Fan Sheng's decision.

Her return today was sudden, but she had already accomplished several matters. As for Pei Si's situation, Nan Shu was well aware that if Pei Si posed a problem, she temporarily lacked the capability to go head-to-head with this man.

Mindful of the previous lesson, Su Qian remained calm. After rising and washing up, she tightly wrapped Young Master Shen in the quilt, rolled up the Water Lotus Painting, and slipped away quietly. Su Qian was bewildered: how had Young Master Shen died? Seeing his expression of terror, it appeared as though he had been frightened to death by some immense horror. Su Qian had no time to overthink; closing and locking the door behind her, making her escape was the top priority.

The Ninth Sister was tormented within the boiling cauldron, enduring the bitter ordeal for nine days until her dragon scales shed and she became a mortal. Seeing the Ninth Sister's agonizing state in the cauldron, all her sisters sighed and shed tears.

Qi Sheng looked with derision at the overgrown weeds covering the front mountain, gazing at the Claw Dragon Peak that now appeared devoid of human habitation.

Meanwhile, Mao Zhen made a trembling phone call. Nan Shu listened from the side. The general manager was aware of Nan Shu's situation, but he knew nothing of any specific transactions between Mao Zhen and others. In his mind, having signed such a stunning beauty, the notion of terminating her contract was utterly out of the question.

"Yes, but he made me swear not to pass this incantation on to anyone." Lu Fan nodded. He could only use this excuse to seal away this fabricated incantation.

"This time our sect has broadly invited all sects under heaven to gather at Fourfold City, and the defense duties are extremely heavy. You must pay strict attention. Not only must you watch out for those miscellaneous minor sects, but you must also constantly guard against members of the demonic path sneaking in. Anyone who is disobedient is to be utterly wiped out!" A fierce glint flashed across Gu Lingtian's eyes.

The zombie struggled to rise, but a suction force seemed to emanate from the yellow light, violently pulling it forward. Growing stronger and stronger, it offered no room for resistance as it was sucked directly into the interior of the altar wall. The other three walls of yellow light did the same, radiating suction forces that drew in the red-eyed cultivators all around.

Piles of spiritual artifacts, meant to be bestowed upon outer courtyard disciples, were enough to turn even Chen Feng green with envy.

Who on earth could it be? Why would they attack those Qi Condensation realm cultivators first? He kept his eyes fixed ahead, turning the thought over in his mind.

He carefully scrutinized the Hall of Immortal Imitation. No one knew how many years this hall had stood; the items within were either damaged or long since decayed and vanished, leaving it feeling vast, empty, and desolate. At the front of the hall, a jade wall shone with brilliant light, illuminating the entire structure.

When Wang Hou, led by Jiyin, caught sight of the Fifth Hokage, Tsunade, busy processing paperwork behind her desk.

"Damn it all, why am I so unlucky?" Luo Tian grasped the short sword in his hand, his body executing a mid-air flip with the aid of the Body-Shifting Art. The short sword finally found a split second to slash across the wide snake tongue. A fishy stench rushed toward him, and Luo Tian's hands had already turned blood-red—the blood from the giant python's broad tongue.

"Actually, Phantom inadvertently mentioned this matter before as well. At the time, I also felt the probability was low, but after these past few days of reconnaissance, I've found that there are indeed several points supporting it."

However, this no longer had anything to do with Wang Hou. At this moment, after sailing for dozens of miles alongside the Tongluo pirate ships, the Fierce Tiger Pirate Group also began to retreat along its own route.

Yet Ye Zhu was different from him. Putting aside the unlikelihood that Old Ancestor Dongling would harbor resentment against several Nascent Soul magnates—including Old Ancestor Humei—over an outsider, Old Ancestor Dongling himself was hardly likely to abandon his pursuit of the Dao of Eternal Life simply because of a request from someone, especially after having already experienced its true benefits.

His hearing had been unusual and extremely acute since birth; even when Duyan and Yuan Ning spoke in lowered voices, fragments of their conversation still drifted into his ears.

"Stop talking, all of you." Luo's father paused at the top of the stairs, made a "shh" gesture, and then motioned upward with his chin to signal caution lest the other party overhear, leading the way upstairs behind the nanny.